"On my way, honey!" sounded to the pain in their lower stomach, the familiar voice beyond the front door of the rather big house that seemed so homey from Friday through Saturday.

Jonathan, when asked about the promiscuous sexual affairs he used to have in his youth, said that he had stopped long ago when he decided to get rid of his many addictions; that he was no longer the "sex symbol" he had been in the nineties, and that his priorities had clearly changed with age. After all he had been through in his long life, he seemed to have found peace in being at one with himself and his family. In something that was more measured and stable. Besides, at fifty-three, the last thing one could think about was how to diversify their sex life. But those words weren't even half true.

He wasn't lying about the fact that he had indeed experienced many fetishes and kinks in his youth, and when he learned that new ones existed, immediately tried them too. And by the time he was thirty, Jonathan realized that strong and healthy love and affection were certainly wonderful, but they couldn't compare to the pleasure of meeting new ladies. After all, even if tried every possible intimate experience with one person, what was the point of repeating it over and over again, hoping for something new? Sure, he did it most often with Brittany because his love for her kept him sexually interested. But there was nothing wrong with sleeping with a call-girl in secret from her, was there? The last thing he wanted was for Britt to bore him so quickly, because it seemed she didn't like the idea of sharing Davis in bed with anyone else.

But Davis had been like this all his life, and if she found out about his hookups and decided to break up, he wouldn't be begging her to come back. He was too used to the fact that relationships were supposed to be at least a bit free, like it was with Deven, who let him do a lot of things forbidden in the usual boring couples.

Going back to the frequency of changing the number of partners, of course that decreased as getting older. No, it was far from a matter of stretching the pleasure with a new body or anything like that. It was just that it wasn't easy to find a girl willing to keep quiet about their special relationship, because now Jonathan couldn't excuse himself by saying he was high or drunk, so he didn't remember anything. No matter how much he talked about the prearranged agreement, one of the clauses of which said that their relationship wouldn't last long: if he left either of them early, it would cost him his reputation.

His preference in a new girl didn't have any firm conditions. Except for one thing... Can a man like him be blamed for falling for someone younger and more innocent than him? Barely. First the age difference was calculated by digits, and then by double digits, when thirty-five turned into twenty-five, and twenty-five into just twenty. Each of them was so young, ready to experiment, to push their limits, unlike women his age.

Jonathan didn't remember exactly how he'd gotten to know each of the chicks, hardly remembering their names, giving them nicknames instead that he made up based on association with the girl he needed. For example, he wrote down his current companion as "Little Mama", just because she was the one he was currently most often with who practiced the mommy kink he adored so much lately.

"Ooh, what a dressed up beauty!" Jonathan opened the door, letting her in, following her ass, covered in the fabric of her dress, with a glance, leaving a smack on it. "You look especially beautiful tonight, sweetness," he started with lust from the get-go, since he saw no point in mumbling something about love. They both know exactly what they meet each other for every time. Jon walked up to her closely, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"What are you dressed up like that for, hmm? For me or something?" Jon laughed. He knew perfectly well it was for him. "What mood are you in today? Gentler, harder? The usual?" he said this with a caustic smile on his lips, wrapping both arms around her pretty face.